A Cure for my AI Hangover
I woke up this morning with a bit of a fuzzy, heavy head. A sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that something bad had happened last night. I even felt the dry mouth, a greasy feeling that comes from what my dear friend and I describe as the ‘Double Whammy’, a crisp and wine hangover! Oof! What happened? I asked myself as I lay there trying to refocus my vision. At which point my 6 year old cuddled me and asked for chocolate cereal.
Then I remembered. I definitely did not partake in any form of activity that actually would have justified that feeling, no kitchen disco in sight! No. In fact, the night before, I settled the kiddies to bed, watched a bit of False Prophet (obsessed) with ONE glass of red and went to bed.
It dawned on me. I was suffering from a Cote d’Artificial Intelligence hangover. You see. I’m going through a lot of changes at the moment, feeling, a little bit overwhelmed, with a dash of the old stressy wessy. Impatience and a resounding to do list whip me every time I dare to breathe. So I’m turning to my wing buddies Claude and Perplexity to do it all for me. Help me work out how to (insert all possible options here), to design my ‘create a family food menu that basically means I don’t have to prep or cook but still keep my kids alive’ request, help me make sense of a client request and challenge, give me the words for ideas I have. All the brilliant, brilliant stuff. Yet, like all of life’s indulgences, I’ve had one glass too many.
So after the school run, I took myself for a walk into our local woodland. No ear pods. Just legs, arms, head and face. A couple of things happened.
Firstly, I decided I definitely want a dog. Dogs are cute. Dogs are friendly. I love dogs. I also secretly sized up every dog that came over to say hello and who’s owner would kindly let me pat on the head, for my new garden. Think it has to be a cocker spaniel.
Secondly, as I continued walking, noticing the beautiful, hazy sun rays through the leaves, breathing (have forgotten about that for a while), people laughing, running, arguing, holding hands, eating a bacon roll outside the meadow cafe, sitting together looking at the view, looking a bit baffled at the junction in the woods they they ‘swear they walked past five minutes ago’, the hangover cure started to kick in. The cure that came from a different type of knowing. A deeper ‘knowing’ that comes from all of it, from before, now and what can be. From our stories, our ancestors, the interconnections, the dark and light, the sun and the moon. The fuzzy heavy head cleared and the pit in my stomach loosened. It felt like I stopped floating on the surface of the ocean and let myself sink to the bottom so I could see, feel, hear and BE with all of it.
Highly recommend it. Can’t be bought over a counter. Soz, not soz as my son says.
PS if there’s any mistakes in this… well that’s because Claude and Perplexity are having a well earned day off.
Peace and love.
